Here I am in Tel Aviv after an overnight flight from DC aboard Taxpayer One. I like making my grand exit from the aircraft, through the forward door . First I wave and grin at the adoring crowds and TV audiences then I make an agile, light-footed descent of the stairs, not touching sides, nor looking down, thus projecting an image of limitless confidence. Meanwhile, my lackeys and aides disembark through a rear door.
Bibi was waiting for me on the tarmac. He bared his teeth at me in an agonized semblance of a smile. "Slalom", I said in the Hebrew, I had practiced on a Rosetta Stone CD on my trip. "I think you mean shalom," said Bibi. Awkwaard...
But worse was to come, dudes. My limo, known as "The Beast" has been filled with the wrong fuel, so it won't start. I'll Bush is to blame. Fortunately there is another Beast waiting for me in Jordan and it is being flown here. But enough about me.
Bibi was waiting for me on the tarmac. He bared his teeth at me in an agonized semblance of a smile. "Slalom", I said in the Hebrew, I had practiced on a Rosetta Stone CD on my trip. "I think you mean shalom," said Bibi. Awkwaard...
But worse was to come, dudes. My limo, known as "The Beast" has been filled with the wrong fuel, so it won't start. I'll Bush is to blame. Fortunately there is another Beast waiting for me in Jordan and it is being flown here. But enough about me.
